Here you will find the Poem Song, by a Person of Quality of poet Alexander Pope
I. Flutt'ring spread thy purple Pinions, Gentle Cupid, o'er my Heart; I a Slave in thy Dominions; Nature must give Way to Art. II. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, Nightly nodding o'er your Flocks, See my weary Days consuming, All beneath yon flow'ry Rocks. III. Thus the Cyprian Goddess weeping, Mourn'd Adonis, darling Youth: Him the Boar in Silence creeping, Gor'd with unrelenting Tooth. IV. Cynthia, tune harmonious Numbers; Fair Discretion, string the Lyre; Sooth my ever-waking Slumbers: Bright Apollo, lend thy Choir. V. Gloomy Pluto, King of Terrors, Arm'd in adamantine Chains, Lead me to the Crystal Mirrors, Wat'ring soft Elysian Plains. VI. Mournful Cypress, verdant Willow, Gilding my Aurelia's Brows, Morpheus hov'ring o'er my Pillow, Hear me pay my dying Vows. VII. Melancholy smooth Maeander, Swiftly purling in a Round, On thy Margin Lovers wander, With thy flow'ry Chaplets crown'd. VIII. Thus when Philomela drooping, Softly seeks her silent Mate, See the Bird of Juno stooping; Melody resigns to Fate.